GB:NYC3, Or "Sure, I'll Drink That!"

If you are in New York City and you can't find any alcohol, it's because the bloggers drank it all.

Last weekend was GB:NYC3, the gay bloggers' confab, and starting with the kickoff mixer Friday night at Hell's Kitchen's Barrage, right on through to early Monday morning, I drank beer, I drank shots of tequila, I drank some horrendous sugar-rimmed concoction called a Lemon Drop, and I think there may have been a shot or three of Jagermeister. Never mix, never worry? I mixed. I worried.

Starting with my blogdaddy Vasco, who was celebrating his birthday, right down to my own blogchildren Mark and Eddie, it was a wall-to-wall weekend of digital camera flashes and another kind of flashing. Ahem. And of course, there was some dirty blogger-on-blogger action, including one local notable who strolled into beer bust on Sunday wearing the same clothes from the night before. Yeah, right. Like I'm the only one that's gonna blog about that.